Hypnogogic Pi

I kiss the fly, buzzing
It is a mad, old fly
and the product of a hallucination
I'm pinned to the pithing needle
dizzy and drunk.  I cringe
with the feeling of the syringe
injecting ghosts and chemicals
into my skull
washing away the infection
and the infestation of the thought of you

I dreamed of Olaf last night
while I murdered Michelangelo
in lucid dreams and
hypnogogic hallucinations
Burning birds and blistered brains
I wander, aimlessly, ostracized
from Death's Dream City
The horror!  The horror
of this act called life
Now I sit between the Pope and the Brutus
in this New World Church
lobotomized, with holes in my eyes
and a crater in my heart
on trial for my existence

Forgive me Father
for I have sinned
but it was not me
who took Their Firsts
away from Them

Amen


Now I lie, crucified
by a leviathan of Ego
and a seraph of Death

There's a turbulence of dreams
slip, drip drop trip
quiver and shiver
rose petals and melted metal
and a face dancing in the cloud
Separate eye from eye
Are you feeble child
Are you sickly, defiled and reconciled

It was not me
I swear
It was not me

I lift fragile skulls
from pits of culled maggots
I'm a whore, but you're a faggot

    look
    in the dark box
    did you hide your soul there?
    did you smoke seven cigars
    eleven stars burn
    and eleven worlds turn

    ego
    cogito
    what am i

    dissolved
    resolved
    but not burden less
    i still have the world
    on my back
    and i still break
    from the curve
    of your equator

    etcetera etcetera etcetera
                      there's an empty condom
                                            and some lube

in
  his
c  l  o  t  h  e  s

dream
dream

dream lucidly


transition
epoch

ego?

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